Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.